People Watching

Hey, you, walking down the street, looking so cool in your black vest, showing off your huge muscles, shining with sweat; won't you come towards me, grab me by the neck and push me against the wall? Won't you gruffly whisper commands in my ear, promising punishments if they aren't carried out? Won't you lift up my skirt, pull down my panties and roughly enter me without any prelude, only to exit moments later, leaving your juices running down my leg as you walk away, never to see me again?

Hey, girlie, looking so cute in your new pink top and mini-skirt to match. Won't you lift up your skirt for me to show the welts your master gave you a few hours ago? You know what I'm on about, don't deny it. Yesterday you misbehaved and went out to a club without permission, didn't you? You got too close to the lads and had to admit to your master this morning that you let one of them touch you. And then you paid the price, didn't you? Twenty swift licks from the cane. That's why you stand while your friends sit to eat lunch.

Hey, boy, sitting there so quiet. I can see the bulge under your jeans. I can see the far away look in your eye. You're replaying the events of last week in your head, aren't you? You remember the anger you felt when you found out your girl has been sleeping with your friend for the past month, don't you? How you found them together in his bed when you went round for help with an assignment. How now you wish they had locked the door to save you from seeing that sight! That sight which turned you on so much, you were filled with lust for her and couldn't help but drag her naked body away from him, take her back to your dorm room, claim her once again as your own.

Hey, lady, watching me with devil's eyes, wearing black knee high boots and a low cut top. What's that, a collar round your neck? Fancy yourself as a dominatrix, do you? Come over here and dominate me, then. I dare you. Take my wrists, force them behind my back and have your way with me. Slap me until I do as you command. Strip me naked, if that's your will. Or, if you prefer, I'll sink to my knees and lift your skirt, part my lips and suck at your clit. That's what you really want, isn't it?

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Sean shows us his back

And so, once again, we participate in the blogging phenomenon known as Half-Nekkid Thursday*. This time, it's Sean's turn. Don't you just love his back? Well, I do anyway. Everytime he undresses turned away from me, I just melt inside. There's something about the look of him - a suggestion of muscular shoulders, a slight curve to the waist, black hair trailing just below the shoulders; and, of course, the promise of more things to come as he slowly, teasingly, pulls down his jeans.... mmm...

I realise I haven't posted for a few days. The time that wasn't spent at lectures or sleeping was spent making sweet love to Sean. This past week we just haven't been able to have enough of each other. A couple of nights ago (Tuesday I think) he stayed at mine for the night. Things are always better when I sleep next to him rather than on my own. If I wake up in the middle of the night (which is rare) he's there to cuddle up to. It's bliss having him to wake up to in the morning, I wake up and he's there right next to me, smiling back. I feel so refreshed and relaxed when I wake with him; when I'm on my own it's almost always late and my stress levels instantly spike. He just makes everything so calming. *sigh*

That Tuesday evening I had invited him to stay but hadn't planned on enjoying anything more than cuddles. He changed that, and I willingly let him (as if I have a choice!). There's not much that I can coherently put in order, but I can say that at one point as he relentlessly thrusted into me I begged him to bite my neck. And he indulged me. I think I can call myself a masochist. I read what the author over at Alternative Albany had to say about masochism, and I think he nailed it on the head:

... more correctly masochism would be defined as a sexual perversion characterized by taking pleasure in actions others typically associate with pain.

I didn't feel Sean's biting as an actual pain, instead it actually heightened my pleasure to a point that it mixed in with and enhanced my subsequent orgasm. I would very much like to indulge in it again. And, to my delight, I have been left with marks all over my neck (they don't look like love-bites, it actually looks like a rash until you see it up close and realise how it's been caused.)

As I've already said, waking up next to Sean always makes me feel relaxed, and Wednesday morning was no exception. This time, though, as I stretched out on my stomach to relieve aches in my back, I found Sean's fingers between my thighs. My pleasure escalated rather quickly, and I was just finding myself at the point of release when I hear his words, "You must ask to come." It took me a couple of moments to digest what he had told me and a few moments to over come the humiliation of having to ask to get myself off. "May I come?" I asked, and he replied with a yes. I let myself go, and it was a wonderful start to the day. But what was this? Sean was reaching over me to find a condom just as I had thought to myself that we'd be getting up now to have breakfast. He had me pinned down to the mattress by his knee, and I felt further aroused by his instant power over me. As he entered me and the build up to my second orgasm began, I asked him, "May I ask a question?" "You may," "Do I still have to ask to come?" "Yes." I smiled to myself, he enjoyed my humiliation just as much as I did.

It wasn't long until I had to ask his permission once again, and this time he denied it. "Beg!" He told me. I couldn't hold the orgasm off, my pleasure was rising and rising without my control. I asked him, "Please, Sir may I come?" and when he gave no reply I carried on asking again and again, actually begging for that precious moment of release. Eventually the word "Come!" hissed from his lips and I stopped trying to suppress the wonderful feelings and let myself shudder my way to orgasm. The sequence repeated two or three times before things became too much for Sean. When the time came for him to orgasm too, I remember feeling so very proud of myself, knowing that I can still turn him on and give him pleasure. It's a skill I hope to never lose.

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A new rule is added to the rule book

Another quick post for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, as Blogger is having a "scheduled outage" in 45 minutes. It's also 45 minutes to midnight - and I have a 9 O' clock start tomorrow.

A few days ago, Sean mentioned to me that he feels he can become more dominant in my life. I felt thrilled with the idea. Sean isn't naturally a 'dominant', infact we've discussed it just now and 'switch' isn't quite the right word for what he is ethier. He's just in the middle, happy to be dominant now and then and happy to be submissive every so often. Though, we've both found out recently that we enjoy him 'topping from the bottom' - its a nice change and I don't feel pressured up on top like I used to.

Anyway, today he started to explore his new role (I use that term losely) and gave me a point to take in: When he's being dominant I am to ask to speak. This was something new to me and at first I found it hard to do without feeling silly. I wonder if all those new to 'the lifestyle' feel this way, or if it just comes naturally to them like the novels would have you believe. I think it'll take a while for me to become accustomed to asking permission to speak or to ask a question, just as I am still becoming accustomed to calling him 'Sir' when I answer him. I still often forget, and he repeatly asks me the question until I realise what I'm doing wrong.

Today he told me to close my eyes as he instructed me on how to please him. No blindfold - just the willpower to keep my eyes shut. It was a lot harder than it sounds! I wanted to open my eyes to see his pleasure as I took his balls into my mouth. I wanted to see his body squirm. I wanted to see why he was gasping so when I sucked on the head of his cock. When he was satisfied with my work (did I mention that he told me to bring myself to orgasm as I was giving him head? No? Well, let me tell you that it was very hard not to bite down...) he brought me up to my feet and asked if I wanted sex before he came on my boobs. I thought to myself he must've forgotten my comment yesterday that if I could fuck him all the time I would, and nodded that yes, I would like some sex. He told me that since I had been a good girl I could choose the position. And with all the positions out there to choose from, I chose missionary. Sometimes you just can't beat that classic. I really wanted to have him close to me and on top, so missionary it was. And boy did it pay to have him thrust into me like that! He allowed me three (four?) orgasms - I came practically on demand. All he has to do is tell me "come" and within seconds there I am, coming once again. After the second (third?) he went to pull away, but I must've looked so happy that he came back to me and actually said "one more?". I'm so suprised that my body can work like that. The third (forth?) orgasm was most definately the hardest, and not for the first time I saw lights at the point of release. This time they were little triangles of yellow, other times they have been blue circles or red dots. I don't know what causes it, but boy it's good! (You can tell how good it is - I haven't started a new paragraph in ages!). By the time that was over, Sean actually asked me what was wrong - I was a bit shakey and there probably were tears in my eyes and I was resting my head up against his shoulder, rather disoreintated. All I could manage was, "I saw the lights!" hoping that he knew what I was on about.

He pulled me over so that I was resting my back on the edge of the bed, and within a few minutes he spurted his juices on my chest. It was so much fun watching him, though I had felt that perhaps I should've caused it myself. I was far too exhusted though. He went to the sink to wash off and I was left sitting on the floor like a little girl, not a care in the world, and playing with the sticky ooze that trailed over my breasts. Absolutely content, and honestly no cares in the world, and enjoying the play. Eventually I had to stand and wash it off too and then it was time to go and watch some scary TV.

How I've missed my chains!

A short post for you tonight, my friends, as the new term at Uni starts tomorrow.

This morning I awoke facing my beloved. So peaceful when he's asleep, all inocent looking. A few hours of restful relaxation later and it was lunch time. Sean was mucking about on my computer (something about dumping my system into an archive so he can steal it for his laptop...) so I made lunch. There's something about making a meal for him that I enjoy - even if it is instant noodles on toast for the second day in a row. Gobbled it down, super quick. La de dah - not much to see here ladies and gentleman, move along, move along.

Around about an hour passes. "So, do you wanna fuck?" he asks, being the only one bold enough to say such a thing in our relationship. I nod, I can't get enough of this man at the moment. If I could, I'd fuck him all day every day until it was out of my system... I digress...

Before I know what is going on, I was naked and my feet were tied together with my chains. My hands were drawn up to meet them and all four limbs were tied together, high above my body. A blindfold was placed over my eyes. Sean had complete control over what I could do. And control me he did!

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Fun in the shower

"Your master is smelly," Sean text me, "are you going to be a good slave and wash me in the shower or shall I have a bath before I come round?" I text him back, "I'd like to be a good slave, but two of my house mates are home..."

This afternoon, Sean quizzed me once again. "So are you going to wash me?" When I replied that I would, I also received instructions on what to make him for lunch. One final instruction was added on the end: "You are not allowed to touch me until I say." Hurm, why not?

So there I was, happily working away at the washing up (left over from before the holidays - eww!) when a gorgeous man walks in to the kitchen. My instinct is to go and give him a hug but his instruction was clear - no touching. Lunch awkardly passes - he surrounding me with kisses and I just having to stand and let him go about his business. "Are your flat mates in?" he asks, an excited glint in his eye. "Uh, I don't actually know." Their dorm doors aren't open, so they're probably out. Or still sleeping off the hang-over. We sneek into the shower together.

At first, all I can do is watch, lust growing, as he undresses. Each time I go to take off my clothes, he bats my arms away so I am left just standing and watching. Oh gorgeous, gorgeous man! He then steps closer to me and pulls down my skirt, revealing my bare bottom. My top is then pulled over my head, stopping with it covering my eyes to let him kiss my breasts again and again. He is becomming aggresive in his assult on my body, and I am loving every second of it, lust growing in me. I am led into the shower, he steps in behind and pushes me into the corner. For a few moments, he continues to feel my body - my breasts, neck, tummy, breasts again. He nips at my neck. My heart melts. How I've missed him!

The water is turned on and within minutes he's telling me to wash him. Soon, though, even he can't stand the lust and he pushes me forwards to lean against the wall as he penetrates me. I am slick with my own juices and the entry is far easier than I would've imagined. He pumps for a few minutes and then tires and withdraws. I am confused, but I guess that he wants to prolong the fun. I am instructed once again to continue washing him, and he kneels so I can shampoo his hair. He rests his head against my breasts and looks like he has finally relaxed. The shower carries on in this way, five minutes of washing followed by five minutes of fucking. It's all rather enjoyable and during the third fuck session he causes me to orgasm. How I needed that pent-up energy released! At this moment, he instructs me to kneel and soon after his hot juices land both in my mouth and on my face. This is no problem, as I then kneel under the stream of water. If only it was always this simple to wipe his spunk off of me... I'd be happy for him to do it more often!

We soon emerge out of the shower and lay on my bed idly chatting. He informs me that I am now allowed to touch him, and that I had been a good girl for following his orders. Lying so close to my lover, I can't help but kiss him and touch him over and over... Soon I once again feel lustful for him. Without thinking about it too much, I mount him and what followed was a good half an hour of love making - not once changing postition so that I stayed on top for all the while. That, in itself is quite a feat. What also occured, very quickly, were orgasm after orgasm and after perhaps the forth I couldn't keep going. We rested for a few minutes, I crouched over him, before he caused me to start again. I lost count after four. It was amazing.

Sean is sleeping over tonight, but after today's activities (which occured about five hours ago), he's informed me I'm not getting any more action tonight. That's fine by me, I still ache from him! I'm going to take my leave now, and see to my slumbering boyfriend. xxx

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Intermission

"Welcome to intermission
Yeah... Intermission
Ahhhhhhhh... ...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... ..."

- The Offspring

I've been enjoying the recent story line a lot, and I hope you have too. I think I'll be breaking from it for a little while to allow myself time to think it through. For those who don't know what I'm on about, go and read Sean luvs goths. So far there are four parts. For those interested in suspense, have a read of post 2. For those interested in nudity, read post 4. The forth post contained my first HNT photo, which I hope many of the silent lurkers enjoyed. There's not much of a story behind it really, except that the arm warmers are really fun to wear. They feel great, both to wear and to touch. You can also see my collar in the photo, which Sean gave me for a birthday present. It's 1.5" wide and made of black leather. Instead of a buckle, it has a lock-and-key mechanism for which Sean has the key.

I moved back to halls today. I can't believe we had a month long Easter break! It's almost as long as the summer holidays we used to have at school. I don't know how I'm going to get back into doing college work - especially seeing as the blog has really taken off in the last few weeks. Sean comes back to the city tomorrow and we've made tentative plans for a fuck fest tomorrow afternoon - for those who are interested in real sex and not the fantasy I've been writing recently, I'm sure we'll keep you informed!

The recent fantasy posts have allowed Sean and I to have interesting conversations - we are now wondering if we really could pull off 'picking up a chick' to take her home with us. It's something we've talked about before, and something that's been used as fuel for Sean's stories [mmm his stories are hot]. The biggest problem is, though, that me and Sean have been together since we were 14 (Yikes!) Therefore, neither of us has a clue about flirting, or even showing interest in other people. We never had to learn how to do it in the playground, as we were happy with each other (Okay, there were times when we cheated on each other... but it's safe to say that it was more to do with naivety than to do with actively looking for another person). I can't say for Sean, but I'm still naive to other's advances and take it as signs of friendship. I hope this rambling shows the kind of situation we are in. The other factor, of course, is jealousy. That's something we wont know if it will show until we're in the situation. I couldn't help but touch on it with my writing.

All that's left for me to say is thank-you very much to those of you who have commented, especially Deb and Alex. It's your wonderful comments that kept me from stopping the 'Sean luvs goths' saga at the second post. Thanks guys. xxx

Sean luvs goths - Part Four

... Sean stands up, a warm smile on his face, grabs my hand and pulls me up to my feet too. "You're doing great!" he whispers in my ear as he pulls me close for a kiss. For a few moments I rest snugly against his chest, and we both look back at Goth Girl.

She slides from the bed, up onto her feet too, and comes up behind me. I feel her cool hands glance over my bare shoulders as she unlaces my tight-fitting bustier. It falls to the ground, revealing my bare breasts. It feels natural to turn round to face her; and she sinks to her knees to pull down my skirt over my boots, followed shortly by my lace knickers. Sean cups my breasts from behind, gently gnawing my neck. "Babe," he says to me, "why don't you get us all some drinks?" I turn my head back to face him, why is he stopping this? "You take as long as you want," he informs me.

I reluctantly pull away from the both of them, pull on my dressing gown and change my platform boots for slippers. I close my dorm door behind me and make my way to the kitchen. Why has he stopped it? Lee, my flat mate, is in the kitchen, making another of his culinary delights. "Someone's going to bed early," he observes. Oh, if only he knew! "Yeah, well, you know. I've had a lot of lab sessions this week." I answer in a round-about truth. I really had worked my ass off in four afternoon sessions that week. I hunt for three clean glasses and fill up my water filter, Sean and I are both lovers of cold water. I momentarily wonder what she would like to drink, so I also collect together some left over beer and a bottle of Ribena just to make sure I have all bases covered. Have I been long enough? I congragulate Lee on his latest omelet creation and make my way back to my room, hands full.

I push the door open with my elbow, announcing that the drinks have arrived, before glancing up at them. They're both on my bed, he naked and she wearing only her fishnets. She's lying on his shoulder - in my spot! - her hair spread over his chest. Well, I had known the jealously would eventually rear its green head. They're idly chatting as I place the collected glasses and bottles on the desk. Sean addresses me, "Come here babe, I was just giving Goth Girl some tips." I go to lie on the other side of him, but the bed is too narrow so I resign to lying at their feet. 'Hah! The true place for a submissive to be!' an ugly voice stirs in my mind, I try in vain to ignore it. Instead, I rest my head in my hands as I stare up at the two most beautiful people in the world. My gaze runs over her swollen breasts and travels down and across to eventually stop at Sean's manhood. How I want him in my mouth.

He sees the hungry lust in my eyes, grabs my wrist and pulls me to his hardening cock. He's murmuring something to her about how its all to do with stern words, but I'm not really listening. His voice stops as I take the glistening head of his cock into my mouth, and he eventually resumes talking to her with some difficulty of remembering what point he was trying to make. I don't try to listen to what he's telling her, I just enjoy the sound of his voice as I slowly increase pace, loving the familiar feel of him over my tongue and the feel of the hot shaft in my hand. On some occasions I try to take him further into my throat, and each time he gasps and I would grin with delight if I could.

They've stopped talking. I strain to look up at them to see why, and just at the same point Goth Girl lets out a deep moan. I look in her direction to see Sean's skillful fingers delve in between her legs. An excited buzz flutters in my stomach, and I close my eyes to the sounds of Goth Girl once again approaching orgasm. Sean's other hand pushes at the back of my head, causing me to take him further into my throat. Goth Girl's sighs are becoming louder and I move faster up and down on Sean, causing him to let out moans to rival hers. "I'm coming!" she announces to anyone who'll listen and moments later Sean's hot juices explode into my mouth. I look up at them both, it's grins and flushed cheeks all round. Sean pulls me up and I somehow fit in between both of them, happy in the knowledge that this is only the beginning...




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Sean luvs goths: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five

Sean luvs goths: Part 3

... For a few instances I am left standing in the middle of my tiny dorm room, my jacket still on, looking at Sean and Goth Girl, who is standing behind him and is nearest the door. I feel so embarrassed now that the time is actually here. How is it all going to proceed? "Put some music on then," Sean prompts. I reach up to my CD player, playing whatever CD is in there. These minutes are dragging by, and I'm thankful for the break in the silence. Sean comes up behind me and slips his hand around my throat. "So you want to learn to dominate?" his words are directed at Goth Girl. I now know that I'm once again his submissive, I know that I shouldn't talk unless asked to. I look over to her, she's still standing by the door, looking just as unsure as I feel - the effects of the alcohol are wearing off and both of us are now feeling a little sheepish. I continue to convince myself that this is just breaking the ice, once its started it'll all be fine and relaxed again. I hope.


"It's really rather simple. All I have to do is push," he pushes down on my shoulder and I sink to my knees "and she's down there. She knows exactly what she needs to do." I do, I shift my weight a little and then unbutton his black jeans, followed by pulling down the zipper. I pull his jeans and boxers down and let him climb out, pausing to undo his boots first (which had been forgotten in the fun). I notice that Goth Girl has moved away from the door, she's now sitting behind me on the edge of my bed. "Now she's going to do the same for you"

I turn round and I'm faced with her beautiful legs. She's wearing fishnets, and I'm thrilled to find out that they are stockings and end at her thigh. I lift up her tartaned skirt to reveal her soft black panties, which I delicately pull down her legs and over her boots to leave them on the carpet. I look back up at Sean, my master, what should I do next? "And now, with some simple instructions you can tell her how she is to please you," Sean suggests, sitting on the chair at my desk. This leaves me in reach of both of them (I've already mentioned how tiny my room is), should I need to switch back to Sean later on. Goth Girl is perhaps more relaxed now and giggles back at Sean, some embarrassment still left. "Mel, why don't you start by kissing her?" he asks. I go to rise on my heels, to kiss her as I had in the bar, when I feel his hand on my shoulder. "No, not there." He tells me. I look back at him. We're diving in this quick? My eyes glance over his already hard cock before turning back to my new friend. I can feel her eyes on me as I once again lift her skirt, this time to reveal the smooth folds between her legs.

The first time I've seen a girls pussy close up. I'm startled at how wet she already seems. My face is inches away from her moistness and I can smell it already, that sweet feminine smell that fills my nostrils and sparks a deep desire to pleasure this woman. I part her smooth lips with my fingers and plant a wet kiss right ontop of her clit. I can hear Sean laugh at the fact that I've taken his words literally, but his hands are suddenly right there on the back of my head, pushing me to go back again. I close my eyes and let my instincts take over as I tentatively lick at her secret folds, my eagerness soon becoming apparent as I shift my weight to become more comfortable and begin to lap at her. Such sweet submission! This very act I have drempt of again and again, and here I am finally living that dream!

Goth Girl has let out a sigh, I can feel her relax as she lays back on the bed. Sean's hand has left my head and I'm left to find out how to do this on my own. I hope he's enjoying the view. Goth Girl's legs occasionally twitch as I find the best ways to stimulate her, and when I find them I do my best to repeat it again and again. Her breathing becomes deeper and noisier and I am very proud that I can give this woman what she wants. She starts thrusting into me and I know its a sign that she's oh-so-very close. I take it as a signal to put her over the edge, briefly pausing to suck on one of my fingers which I then penetrate her with. I slide my finger gently in and out, relishing the feel of her hotness. I continue to lap at her clit as I also give her the much needed feeling of penetration. Not long now... She gasps, I can feel her clenching around my finger as she has her first orgasm of the evening. I pull away, aware that it can be incredibly sensitive afterwards, and look up at my two lovers. She is in the after-glow of orgasm. He is sat on the chair, hard cock cradled in his lap, a big smile on his face. I bask in the knowledge that I have done well...



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Sean luvs goths: Part One, Part Two, Part Four, Part Five

Sean luvs goths: Part 2

... We are getting attention from the people around us, Goth Girl and I. Suddenly, that group of lads in the far corner have their eyes on us. A table of four not far away keep staring, in the way that starers try to make it less obvious. My cheeks are flushed; is it the alcohol? the attention? embarrassment? Probably all three. Goth Girl giggles and in that moment I know that the fun has only just begun.

I look back over to Sean. Is this okay with him? He hasn't commented either way. Maybe I acted out of turn? It's Goth Girl's turn to get the round. As she walks up to the bar, Sean pulls me close, kisses me on the cheek and tells me that he has very much enjoyed this surprise. He whispers in my ear, wondering outloud whether she'd be willing to come home with us. My hand snakes down under the table to rest on his bulging jeans. Mmmm. So now I know that its okay with him I just need to find out how far she's willing to take our new relationship. I peck him on the lips and go and join Goth Girl at the bar.

"You weren't kidding about his gorgeous bum!" Goth Girl exclaims as I approach her. I put my fingers to my lips in an exaggerated gesture, "Shhh! I didn't say that!" I scorn her, laughing. She finally gets the barman's attention and orders a round of drinks. I look her up and down, my lust obvious. "So, er..." I start, "do you have anywhere to sleep tonight?" She looks me straight in the eye, "Yes, actually I do." My disappointment is probably obvious. She laughs, "I'm sleeping at yours, silly!" Really? She just assumed? She carries on, "Well, after hearing so much about Sean... And listening to you rant about your lack of skills when it comes to picking up women to take home, I thought 'Hey, I'll do that!', so here I am!" she looks at me, somewhat flustered, "Oh God, now I'm just waffling, please, say something..." I'm (for want of another word) gobsmacked. Also, I'm very relieved. That takes all the awkwardness out of it. I smile, give her a hug, the smile turning into a grin. Tonight is going to be a good night after all...

We spend perhaps another hour in the bar. By the time we leave, we're very relaxed in eachother's company and it feels like me and Sean have known Goth Girl forever. We amble back to mine and chase eachother up the stairs to my top floor flat. Fun, fun fun. Sean's telling her about the time he came up here unannounced and blindfolded me before I had a chance to protest. She seems enthralled. As we step into my room, she asks him to teach her to dominate. He laughs, says that I'm the best one to practice on. Afterall, he practiced on me...

The door is locked, this is it, I am now in a room with one person who will dominate me and another who is willing to learn. Both of them are beautiful people; one a sexy man whom I've spent the last six years with, the other a beautiful woman whom I've only met today. What are they going to do?

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Sean luvs goths: Part 1
Sean luvs goths: Part 3
Sean luvs goths: Part 4
Sean luvs goths: Part 5

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Sean luvs goths

Sean likes goth girls. So do I. I love their look. Their hair and make-up, their clothes. The boots, the chains, the fishnets. Gorgeous. This girl (from http://goth-julie.tripod.com) looks a lot like one of my flat mates, that's why I chose this picture out of the many that I found. Well, I also really admire her hair, which probably isn't real at all but is still rather impressive.

I'd like to take her home and have her do my hair. Plait in wool and roving and plastics. It'd be fun. We'd make a day of it. She'd help me go through my wardrobe and she'd encourage me to wear the goth outfits I've only worn once. She'd show me how to carry-off the make-up. Team the outfit with my boots and cuffs and we're set.

Out to the student bar, nice cheap drinks on Mondays. I phone Sean and suggest he gets his ass down to the union sharpish. At first he's hesitant, he doesn't like the smoky atmosphere. I encourage him though, let him know I have someone to meet him. By the time he arrives, I've already taken advantage of the deals at the bar and am rather tipsy. This, in some respects, is bad as my memory of the night will be distorted. It's also a rather good thing, as the drink gives me courage. Sean sees us, sits down and comments on our appearance. "Stunning," he remarks.

We all talk, enjoy the music, Goth Girl and I giggle, Sean gets ideas and I notice the bulge in his jeans. Dirty perv. The topic, at his will, turns to musings of domination. He wonders out loud if Goth Girl had noticed how submissive I am. She nods, yes she has. He continues to wonder if she'd like to have her way with me. She laughs, turns her gaze to me and confirms that yes she would. Before I know what's happening, her hand tilts my chin up towards her and I receive a polite peck from her. She pulls away, searches my eyes. Is this alright? To answer her unspoken question, I pull her to me and we share a most wonderfully sensuous kiss...

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Sean luvs goths: part 2
Sean luvs goths: part 3
Sean luvs goths: part 4
Sean luvs goths: part 5

Elaboration time #2

Anyone who read yesterday's post probably didn't have a clue about the context so to sum up: Sean, Sally and I are Scout leaders and we crazy folk take the kids camping in the winter. There, I said it. Is my already puny blogger-cred decreasing further? Or are there worried parents whose children regularly attend Scout meetings reading this post? Meh. All I hope is that I'm not reinforcing the stereotypical view that Scouting is for the perverted adults. In my fourteen years of Scouting experience I have only ran into one leader who seemed to be rather paedophillic. And that was when I was over the age of consent. Well, just... Okay, hand me a shovel and I'll make this nice hole I've just dug myself a bit bigger.

So anyway, Saturday morning last week was the scene of my second [sober] fantasy in a loooooong time, and what a hot and fun fantasy it was! I don't know how I'm going to ever be able to look J in the eye again. I had a lot of trouble after the last time, and that time I couldn't even imagine what his boxer shorts would look like (assuming he wears boxers and not panties... hehe... I CAN imagine J in panties, but he wouldn't appreciate it. Seriously, if I was allowed to post a photo of J on here, you'd all see why. He looks so goddamn masculine, putting him in pretty, frilly, pink panties would just be funny...) let alone what his cock looked like. I became so full of questions and doubt that I killed the mood. Hence the blog entry for it ended in such a way that nothing actually happened.

Saturday's fantasy just popped out of nowhere, exactly as I wrote it. I even remember for one split second it felt just as real as sitting here typing feels now. I think it was a kind of lucid dreaming and, God, if I could lucid dream voluntarily like that again I most certainly would!

Sean remarked that it was funny that I felt guilty and popped his cock into it too. To be honest, I wasn't thinking I was just enjoying. By the time I knew I was enjoying it a lot, I knew that I wanted to be penetrated. But I didn't want the cock in my mouth to stop, so I guess that's where Sean's cock came from. I would have given anything to have been penetrated that morning for real, if I had a dildo of any kind I would have used it. Alas, I don't own any.

I've already mentioned that Saturday morning was the second fantasy in a long time. I think it's due to my ceasing to use hormones. If I had known the many advantages to coming off of them, I would have done so much earlier. Infact, to put it the other way round: If I had known that using hormonal contraceptives would have dramatically decreased my sex drive, given me prolonged periods, stopped my fantasies and would have caused me to be clinically diagnosed as depressive I don't think I would have gone on them in the first place. Plus, as Sally pointed out, I am also at a higher risk of osteoporosis. Not good really. Well, as the saying goes, you live and learn.

Heh. I've been writing this blog for four months, and it seems every third post ends in me ranting about my contraceptive choices. Well, there you go, it just shows how much of my life was affected by them. Seriously, please look into your choices for contraception ladies. When your doctor turns round to you to tell you to try a different brand of pill for the fifth time, start asking about alternatives. It could've saved me so much hassle if I had done that. I really should stop writing now, inbetween Firefox crashing on me and my day-dreaming, it has taken me over an hour to write this post. I started at 10 past 10. It is now half past 11. Wow, I think Blogger finally has me hooked! Goodnight all.

Elaboration time

Saturday 8th April 2006. Camping.

My alarm sounds. 7am. Half an hour until I have to be up and supervise the children for breakfast. Better make the most of it...

My alarm sounds. 7:10am. Twenty minutes. I can hear the kids stirring in the hut. I'd better get up and dressed. But it's so cold outside of my sleeping bag...

My alarm sounds. 7:15am. Fifteen minutes. But its cold. The clothes I'll change into are cold. My boots are cold. The air is cold. My sleeping bag is nice and warm...

I stir. What time is it? There's a cock in my mouth. I'm confused. Sean's at home? There's a guy holding my shoulders still, his cock is big and he's relentlessly pounding into my mouth. The pumping gets faster and harder. He pushes further and further into my throat... He grunts. I suddenly know who it is. It's J! Suddenly I know that he's here to make up for the day I didn't go down on him. The thrusting is intense. Can't Sally and Mark hear us? There's another guy here with us. He whispers in my ear. Its Sean. Is he here to watch? He moves down my body as J continues to sit astride my shoulders, both obviously enjoying me more now that I am awake. I feel Sean's cock at my thighs. He's going to enter me. I squirm with the anticipation.

My alarm sounds. 7:20am. What? That was fun. Wasn't quite a dream, but certainly wasn't real. God, I'm wet. Better get up.

He rocks my world

Yesterday, I mentioned that me and Sean rocked. It's so good to know that even though we've been at it for five years we can still keep things interesting. That night we knew that it was our last night together and it was also the first night after my period ended. So we were both horny as hell. I even made it a point that I especially had a bath so I'd be all sparkly clean for him.

From the moment he straddled me, I knew I was going to be in for a good time. He had that smile, and that glint in his eye, that let me know that tonight was about me. (Not that that's really a change.) And... Wow. He shimmied down my body with a grin and lapped away at my clit. It looked as though he had returned home, and in a sense he had. Wow - I was so hot and within minutes I was once again thrusting into his face. The few times I opened my eyes I saw him looking back up at me. I couldn't help but smile and I think he would have too, if he could have that is. Each time I moved, he followed me closely without fail. Perfect bliss... and within a few minutes I was coming very hard. I think he stayed there again for another, this time thrusting his fingers (thumb?) into me too. Did I say I was in perfect bliss? Well, now I definitely was. His tongue un-tensed and probing and lapping at me, his fingers thrusting and pumping into me... I really must tell him how fantastic he's becoming. Magazines tell me that if I compliment him then he'll do it more often...

Once I was really very, very happy, Sean moved back up and mounted me. This time he really had returned home. It really is the best feeling in the whole world to have my man penetrate me gently but firmly for the first time in over a week. He held me up close to his chest and my arms draped over his yummy muscular shoulders and back. His thrusts became harder, and with each one I became more lustful, wanting more and more of him. I became noisier, my hands pressed on his scrumptious bum and my toes curled. I came again and again. It was fantastic. The bed made noises and we didn't care. He had to actually stop a couple of times because of the overwhelming feeling of nearing climax, and he didn't want to stop the act.

I was just collecting the words in my head to tell him that I wanted him to come when he had to stop. I don't really want to go into the details, as I summarised it yesterday. Even though the ending was abrupt and he didn't come, that night was tons of fun and we both lay in bed after totally out of breath. It was most definitely the best way to end our fortnight together.

Putting off the inevitable

I realise I haven't posted for over a week. If this was an 'A-List' blog I would have a million emails asking if I was okay. As it turns out, the only email I've had this week have been spam along the lines of:

"After going through your profile, permit me to inform you of my desire of asking you to be a guardian or foster parent to me and then help me out in what i am about to tell you. My name is Mr Simon Williams a 20 years old boy."

I have two things to say:
1) The email address is only on this blog. Nowhere else on the internet. Therefore, he found me through my blog. My S&M blog. I'm sure that's definitely something he'd want his foster parent to be into.
2) I am also 20. If he had actually gone through my profile or even read one post on my blog he would have found that out.

Saying that, we did receive an email shortly after posting Sugasm #28 from a lovely woman that I wont name because she didn't leave a comment (I therefore don't know if she'd rather remain anon). I have yet to reply to her, for which there is no excuse. If she still reads this site, despite the lack in posts last week, then I thank her very much for her lovely comments.

Tonight's post is really here to say we are still around. The coming week is going to be rather slow, so I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to explain what has been going on. All I'm really doing right now is putting off the inevitable. Once I press the publish button it'll be time for bed, and tonight is the first night without Sean by my side for three weeks. And I'm not going to see him for another 9 days. He's right though, when he's here I moan that he keeps me up. Now he isn't here, he's also keeping me up. I know that once I'm in bed I'll lie wide awake in just one half, missing his touch.

I have so many things to write about. I don't want to put them all in one post though. Can I just say that last night me and Sean rocked? We were totally hot. It was such a shame that it came to an abrupt end - Sean sometimes gets splitting headaches just at the point of orgasm. It happened last night, and I've never been so scared for him. Well, he scared me with all his talk of burst capillaries and strokes in the middle of the night... I can assure you that he woke up fine so no need to overly worry.

Also can I quickly mention that I went camping again last weekend? This time without Sean as he had a lot of Uni work to do. Once again, I shared a tent with Sally and Mark and on Friday night I missed Sean a lot. So much I had tears in my eyes as I drifted off to sleep. Saturday morning was fun, my alarm went off a quarter of an hour early and without thinking about it I found myself in the middle of a fleeting fantasy like the morning J picked up Sean for Uni. Mmmm that one I will keep with me for a while. I'll elaborate more this week, I promise.

For now though, it really is time for bed. Goodnight.

Sugasm #28

The best of the sex blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Sorry for the technical difficulties some of you had in submitting last night, and thanks for getting through anyway; this edition is huge! Categories shift around and change between editions depending on what you send me, and you can get in on the next one by using this form. Participants, repost the linklist by the end of Monday night and you’re all set.

Thoughts on Sex: Sex Commentary, Sex Advice, Blogging

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Classic S Spot - More on Masturbation (shayssexcolumn.blogspot.com)
Damn Leeches! (anawtymouz.blogspot.com)
His Addiction (onaniajournal.blogspot.com)
Love Conquers Some But Not All (realadultsex.com)
Pussy on the Loose (taratainton.com)

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Sex in the News - Celebrity Sex Tales (seskuality.com)
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BDSM and Fetish

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Learning the Ropes (avaadora.blogspot.com)
Missing the Kink (mnsss.blogspot.com)
Put in Place I (lifeashis.com)
Recurring Springtime Fantasy (aliferestarted.blogspot.com)
Redemption - Part II (nyc-urban-gypsy.blogspot.com)
Tied Down and Spanked (auntyagony.net)

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